Luther snorted, and his expression soured. “I don’t care if you’re a madman; your end will always be gruesome so long as you cross me…”

“You have nothing but your foul mouth to blame. If you didn’t say so much, things might have ended better for you. I would’ve given you a quick, painless death!”

Luther readied himself as his hands quickly moved.

Waves of darkness and light condensed in front of him.

pushed forward, sending the image right at Jack. The pentagram formed of the powers of light and darkness constantly spun in the air. As it flew toward Jack, it absorbed the power of light

tell that Luther was either fourth or

was too naive. He thought of others too

temporarily discarding that thought. He had foreseen Luther’s

too long as it would only attract too

afraid of facing anyone head-on, but

after seal that slowly condensed in the air, turning into

back to finish the battle quickly. A hundred Soul Swords were formed in the air. With

aiming at the lower left corner to hit where the dark

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